Finally Together

FINALLY TOGETHER by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written on July 21, 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Brian

USUAL DISCLAIMER

"FINALLY TOGETHER" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

CHAPTER 5 - THE THIRD ENCOUNTER

"Stop it, now, come on - a client could come in at any moment. I wouldn't like being seen with a hard-on..."

"You promise you'll take me to the back-room?"

"But Lorenzo... wouldn't he be upset?"

"I don't think so. At times Sirio and I also went to the back-room for a quickie. All he said was: enjoy yourselves, boys. No, he will not be upset, not Lorenzo..."

"But you, how long have you been gay?"

"How long? Since always... I was already hustling when I was thirteen. When I first met Lorenzo I was sixteen. He persuaded me to stop selling myself and to come here to work for him."

"And Sirio?" Marco asked becoming curious - it was the first time they discussed these things.

"Sirio? He works here for two years. He realised he is gay when he was seventeen-years-old. He fell in love with an American marine who was the coach in the gym where Sirio did the cleaning. But a year later the marine had to go back to the States. For a whole year Sirio didn't have any sex. Then he met Lorenzo at the gym and Lorenzo first took him to his bed, then he hired Sirio to take the place of Sergio."

"Who's this Sergio?"

"A twenty-four-year-old boy, he quit here, because he fell for the owner of a gay disco. A handsome boy, Sergio. And what a tool... I could not even take it all in my mouth!" Tano said, smiling at that memory.

Lorenzo and Sirio reappeared, the first with a sated expression, the second slightly embarrassed, but also pleased. Meanwhile some clients arrived and all of them started to serve again. From time to time Marco was throwing a glance at Tano, and thought he would have liked trying something with the boy.

A few days later, in a moment of calm, Tano asked Marco, "Are you coming to the back-room?"

"Now?"

"This is the best time."

"Alright..." Marco answered starting to become aroused at the thought.

So Tano went to Lorenzo and said, "Marco and I would like to go to the back-room for a while."

"Good. Amuse yourselves."

Tano nodded to Marco and went to the back-room. Marco looked toward Lorenzo who winked at him, so he followed the boy. Tano was already pulling off his apron and opening his trouser belt. Marco followed suit. As soon as he pushed down his trouser zipper, the boy crouched in front of him, lowered Marco's trousers and underpants to his hips, took his half-turgid genitals in his hands and started to greedily lick them.

"Good grief, Marco; what a beautiful cock you have! Now I'll suck it for a while, but then you'll push it all inside my ass, agreed?"

"Yes..." the young, aroused man murmured.

Tano was licking and sucking it like a real artist, rapidly bringing Marco to a strong arousal. When he felt Marco shiver, he stood up, lowering his trousers and briefs to his knees and turned offering himself to his colleague.

"Go on, fuck me"... the boy urged him, starting to masturbate himself.

Marco seized him by the hips and pointed his stiff penis between the boy's buttocks. Tano, pushing his hand back, guided the hard tool to the right spot, on his hole. Marco pushed with energy and at once slipped inside the boy, smooth like a warm knife sinking into soft butter, to the very hilt of his member. Then he started to move his pelvis back and forth with strong, rhythmic strokes, enjoying that warm and firm ass, that was pushing against his pubes at each lunge, gently swaying, increasing the mutual enjoyment.

"Oh, Marco, that's good! Go on... go on... Aaaah, yes... You are a bull in heat... Ahhh... Stronger, stronger, go on..." Tano was whispering, prey to strong sensations.

Marco was mounting him with a kind of wild gusto - it was a good while since he enjoyed the pleasure of a penetration, and this took him back to his memories of Luigi once again... Yes, he was enjoying Tano, he was taking his pleasure with him, but with Luigi... it would have been so much better. With Luigi it wouldn't have been just a good fuck... He tried to erase these thoughts, in order to please himself with the hot boy so full of yen. Enjoy him and with him. He slipped his hands under Tano's shirt until he reached his nipples that he skillfully brushed and gently pinched.

Tano moaned softly, quivering from tip to toe, "Oh, Marco, it's so good... You fuck like a god. Go on, smash it into me... Make me feel all of it..."

Marco increased his vigour and rhythm, to the boys evident pleasure, and Tano wriggled against him, starting at each push, filled with lust.

Finally Marco came, at once followed by Tano's orgasm, who had just the time to hurriedly take his handkerchief to gather his own jism. They stopped, panting, Marco still firmly embedded inside Tano, who was making his sphincter palpitate at each darting of his colleagues member inside his channel. Their breathing slowly calmed down. Finally they parted with a deep sigh. Tano gently cleaned Marco's member, which was returning to rest size.

While they were tidying up their clothes again, Tano asked, "I really loved this fuck. Did you?"

"Yes, I did too..."

"It's a pity that in less than a month I have to go to the army... But we'll do it again, before I leave, you promise?"

"I promise."

"You really are a stud bull. You beat everybody, even Lorenzo..."

"Really?"

"My word. I'd like doing it on a bed, with you. Taking it without hurry. Enjoying you at your best..."

"We had better get back, now..." Marco answered.

Tano left for army service, but before that, they made love in the back room a few more times, to their mutual satisfaction.

After Tano left, Lorenzo said to Marco one day, "Sirio would also like to be fucked by you, but he's too shy to ask. Possibly, shy as he is, he fears you would refuse him, I don't know. Would you like to fuck him?"

Marco smiled, slightly embarrassed, "Well, yes..." he admitted.

"Then take him to the back-room, sometime. He's dreaming of it. But don't tell him I asked you, he would be too embarrassed. Understood?" the young man added.

Thus Marco, one quiet afternoon, asked Sirio to help him to arrange some crates in the back room. The boy followed him, unsuspecting. When they were alone, Marco seized Sirio's arm pulling him towards himself.

"Come here. Did you know I like you?"

"Eh? Wha... what?" the boy reacted, blushing and showing he fully understood what Marco wanted from him.

"I want you. Lower your trousers, go on." Marco said, pulling off his apron.

Sirio complied immediately, while Marco opened his fly and pulled out his already hard, straight tool. Sirio widened his eyes.

"Ma... may I... li... lick it?"

"Sure..." Marco answered lowering his trousers and pushing his pelvis forward.

Sirio crouched in front of him and started to suck that beautiful, turgid meat pole with greedy trepidation.

After a while Marko made him stand up. "Turn, go on, now I will take your nice ass. You want it, don't you?"

"Ye... yes..." the boy stammered, visibly moved, and turned bending a little stretching out his buttocks toward his elder colleague.

Marco, holding his tool straight, rummaged with its tip between Sirio's cheeks until he singled out the warm hole, and then started to push. Sirio was somewhat tighter than Tano, but Marco achieved the penetration without effort. The boy's body was trembling from pleasure.

"You like it?" Marco asked him in a whisper, while sinking totally inside him.

"Ye... yes... it's... it's goo... good..."

Marco started to withdraw then to sink in again with slow and continuous moves, without thrusts, with great gentleness. Possibly the boy's shyness, his stammering, inspired in him a feeling of tenderness, gentleness, even if united with his virile energy. His hands roved on the boy's chest, belly and on his genitals in a continuous caress, while he was also licking the back of the boy's ears and his neck. Sirio now was no longer trembling, his tremor changed to a light shiver.

"Oh, Ma... Marco... you... you're... maki... making me... di... die... How goo... good!" the boy murmured, delighted, and pushed his head back offering his lips to his companion.

Marco kissed him deeply and Sirio suckled the man's tongue.

Marco felt the pleasure rising inside him slowly but relentlessly, more and more strong, intense, until his body was also aquiver. The boy felt that Marco was reaching orgasm, so he started to make his hole palpitate, pushing and brushing his buttocks against Marco's pubes, until Marco vigorously pulled him against himself, pushed his tool deeply inside the boy, and emptied his warm seed in him in an almost continuous flood.

Sirio shuddered strongly and he too started to unload in a set of vigorous jets, softly moaning his intense pleasure. They remained united, still, until their shuddering gradually subsided, and then they parted. Then Marco made him turn, took him in his arms and kissed him again, deeply, lightly caressing Sirio's ass and genitals that were losing their turgidity.

"Did you like it, Sirio?"

"Oh, Ma... Marco... ve... very mu... much. Tha... thank you."

"I too liked taking you. I want you again."

"No... now?" the boy asked, amazed, and blushed.

"No, now we have to go back to work. But soon. You live by yourself, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"When we close, may I come to your place? I would like making love with you again, without hurry... then sleep with you..."

"It's fi... fine! I'm ga... game." the boy answered, radiant.

Thus, for the first time in months, Marco didn't go to sleep at Lorenzo's.

The man smiled cunningly, "I see that you liked Sirio... I would have said that Tano was more your type. Have a good time, then."

"Aren't you upset I'm not coming home with you, tonight?"

"Not at all. We are free, aren't we? But tomorrow, be on time for the opening of the bar, eh?" Lorenzo said merrily.

After that first time Marco started to alternate nights at Lorenzo's home with those at Sirio's. He liked being taken by Lorenzo, and he liked taking Sirio.

One evening, at closing time, Sirio invited Marco to go to a disco with him.

"A gay disco?" Marco asked.

"No. But as tomorrow is my birthday, my cousin organized a party for me, with some girls and boys, and other cousins. Will you come too, please, I'd be glad".

Marco accepted. It was ages since went to a disco and thought it could be a good distraction.

The disco was small and had all been reserved by Sirio's cousin, a pretty, likeable girl, who had a rather plain boyfriend, but likeable. They were all young, more or less Marco and Sirio's age. They danced, played games, gave their presents to Sirio.

Here Marco met a twenty-one-year-old girl, Vera, who started to court him at once. Marco liked her, so he played along. While they were dancing slowly, she felt Marco's erection. And then she kissed him and asked in a whisper, "Do you fancy me?"

"Yes, I like you. And I?"

"A lot. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No..."

"I am free too..."

"Ah, good." Marco said and kissed her.

She pushed against him to feel his turgidity better through their clothes. The music stopped and they had to part. Vera took his hand and guided him to the seats. Here was a girl a little older than Vera, who was chatting with two boys.

"Tina, let me introduce you to Marco. Marco, this is Tina, my older sister."

The five of them sat together and chatted. Marco liked Vera a lot and felt attracted by her, and was aware that the attraction was mutual. They danced together again, until closing time. When they said good-bye, they exchanged their phone numbers. Marco gave her the bar phone.

Sirio asked him if he wanted to go home with him. Marco, still thinking of Vera, was about to answer no, but then, remembering that it was Sirio birthday, accepted and went to spend the night with him and to make love.

He saw Vera several times, and each time their intimacy was increasing at the same pace as their mutual desire. From kisses they moved to petting, carried on more and more, then to increasingly intimate caresses, until one afternoon they were alone at Vera's home, and made love.

Later Vera asked him, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Certainly yes... I like you a lot."

"So, then, why don't you come and live here, with me?"

"But... and Tina?"

"She has her own room. She won't object. Moreover, she likes you. She also, when she had a boyfriend, had him staying in her room. Will you come and live here?"

"I don't know - living together is very demanding. We still don't know each other well enough. Wouldn't it be better to get to know each other more first?" Marco answered, recalling his failed marriage with Rita.

"As you like. Let's try and get to know each other better, then."

Thus Marco started to go more and more often to the two sisters home and to stop to make love with Vera. So he had, three lovers now, - Lorenzo, Sirio and Vera. He was not able to say which one he liked best amongst them, they were so different, both their personality and in bed. Each of them was giving him something different. Marco was now alternating his nights or afternoons in one of the three beds and no longer used his single bed at Lorenzo's home, because the nights he went home with Lorenzo, he always took him to his king-size bed...

Marco was asking himself if he had better tell Vera about his bisexuality, before the girl discovered it by herself and the same thing happened as with Rita. But after all he was not really in love with Vera, therefore he never brought himself to tell her. He felt good with her, he liked her physically and her character, but was not in love. He was not in love with anybody, really. The only real love in his life had been Rita.

Marco was twenty-six and Vera twenty-two when he decided to accept the girl's proposal and went to live with her. Tina welcomed him kindly and treated him like a brother.

For Tina's twenty-fourth birthday, they organized a little party at home. Marco, for the occasion, asked for an evening off from Lorenzo, who didn't object. That evening the guests started to arrive. Marco already knew some of them, even though not everybody. His task was to open the door, thus, when he heard the door bell once again, he went to open it, his welcoming smile on his face... and stood agape there in front of him was Luigi.

Luigi also widened his eyes, "You... here?" the boy said in a murmur.

"Yes... and you?"

"Are you Tina's boyfriend?"

"No, Vera's. I live here, now... But you?"

"I've known Tina for ages, we are colleagues at work..."

"Come in... How are you?"

"Fine. And you?"

"I'm alright, thank you..."

"I looked for you, for a very long time..."

"Had you forgiven me?" Marco asked, slightly surprised.

"You ask me that? Do you know me so little?"

"I'd been unfair, with you..."

"We will talk about that later, if you like... But now it's better if you let me in." Luigi said with a smile. He was clearly moved.

"Oh, yes, sorry. Come in..."

Marco also felt deeply moved having met Luigi again. The whole evening, they both kept throwing glances at each other, from time to time. Marco thought Luigi had become even more beautiful. He wondered if he had a boyfriend now. He became aroused just looking at him - Luigi had the same effect on him as always. But what could he be, now, to that boy? He said he had forgiven him, yes, but...

At the end of the party Luigi, just before leaving, stealthily slipped a piece of paper in Marco's hand, folded tightly. Marco put it in his pocket at once. They said good-bye.

Marco helped the two girls to summarily tidy up - they would clean thoroughly the next day. Then they prepared to hit the bed. Marco went to the toilet, rummaged in his pocket and took out the small slip of paper, opening it.

Written on it, "Call me, please!", there was a telephone number. Nothing more.

Marco folded it again and put it in his wallet. Yes he would call Luigi, he owed him that. Whatever Luigi wanted to tell him.

Marco was about to call him the next day, but something stopped him. He wanted to meet Luigi and at the same time he feared the encounter. But he had to call him. He beat about the bush for two or three days, and at last he brought himself to call Luigi from the bar phone.

"Luigi? Marco speaking."

"Marco! How are you?"

"Fine, thanks. And you?"

"I would like to see you, meet you. Talk with you."

"Yes..."

"But not on the phone. Are you busy, now?"

"I'm at work."

"At work? What you do, now?"

"I'm a barman."

"What time do you close?"

"When we close I've to go to Vera's from here. I'm living there, now, with her."

"Can we meet tomorrow, then? Any time..."

"Don't you work?"

"Yes, I do, but I'll ask for time off, if I have to."

"What time do you finish your work?"

"At four pm."

"At that time I am already at the bar."

"What time do you start your shift?"

"At two pm."

"Can't we meet around noon then?"

"Yes, we can. Where?"

"Wherever you like."

"In front of the Nautical Museum?"

"All right. Tomorrow at twelve, then."

"Yes, tomorrow at noon, at the museum."

Marco was somewhat tense, troubled. To see Luigi again brought buried emotions to the surface again, all a part of is life he had tried to forget. But above all, it took him back to their first encounter on the ship. When Marco had introduced Luigi to the love between men, and how the boy had allowed Marco to guide him until he gave Marco his virginity. Neither Rita nor Vera was virgin, when he'd had them. An even less the boys with whom he'd had sex up to now.

He found and lost Luigi twice. And now life made them meet again. Each time he felt a really strong attraction towards the boy, even now. Just thinking of him, made him aroused. Only Luigi had that effect on him.

The next day, when he arrived for his date, Luigi was already waiting for him. They greeted each other, both slightly awkward.

"Where shall we go?" Luigi asked him.

"Back here, to the gardens. Today is fine outdoors."

"Yes... let's go, then."

They walked side by side, each of them immersed in his own thoughts. They found an empty bench, somewhat secluded, and sat on it.

"I'm glad I found you again. I didn't think I ever would." Luigi said in a low voice.

"I was ashamed to look for you... because of how I treated you."

"Silly man. I looked for you so long, but you seemed to have disappeared. In the end, I had to resign myself. Just to think that both of us knew Tina... So, you are now Vera's boyfriend?"

"Yes..."

"Are you planning to marry her?"

"No, we never talked about that..."

"But you're living with her, aren't you?"

"Yes, I do..."

"And... are you happy?"

"Happy? I don't know. I feel fine."

"Do you also have a boyfriend?"

"Well, not really. I've two friends with whom at times I amuse myself. What about you?"

"I don't have a boyfriend either. Nobody can stand up to comparison."

"To comparison?"

"With you. Not only because you were my first man. You are the best, absolutely the best. I missed you so much."

"I'm sorry, sincerely."

"Marco... I would like..."

"It would not be easy..."

"Why?"

"I don't know... I'm now living with Vera..."

"And you also have those two friends. You surely don't need me now, do you? I understand."

"No, I didn't mean that. Not for the other two - you are better than both of them together, really. I missed you too."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Do you still... desire me?"

"Always. But I was only able to give you suffering, pain. And I was never able to give you what you needed."

"That's not right. You gave me splendid moments, and not a few of them. You always gave me so much."

"But not love. This is what you wanted from me, didn't you?"

"Love... one can only give it, nobody can demand it. And if you cannot give it to me, never mind. I never demanded it of you."

"You are right - you, Luigi, always gave me so much without demanding anything from me, you are an exceptional boy."

"I'm no more a boy, now. I'm twenty-three."

"And you are handsomer than ever."

"I desire you, Marco..."

"The same here... but..."

"Why can't we try to get together again, then?"

"I don't know... I'm scared..."

"Scared? By me?"

"No. Scared I will hurt you again."

"I'm ready to take the risk. I need you."

"Luigi..."

"Please, Marco. I lost and found you twice, I don't want to lose you again."

"We will have to meet in secret, possibly in that dismal sauna again."

"Better than nothing, don't you think? But then... we both have a job, we could find a small room where we can meet..."

"I... I feel alright with Vera. I don't feel I should leave her."

"I'm not asking you that. Stay with her. But if we had a room... Please, Marco, I need you."

"And I need you too. But... Why are we forced to keep our emotions in hiding?"

"Marco, tell me you still want me, please..."

"I want you, yes. I would like to kiss you here, now. You know how much I like you, don't you? But... wouldn't it be better if we just remained friends?"

"Being near you without being yours, without making you mine? Would cause me continuous suffering."

"So, then, wouldn't it be better if we don't ever meet again?"

"No, I don't want that. You really prefer not to see me any more?"

"No, absolutely not. That's not true I want to. Since I saw you again you've crowded all my thoughts, and I'm burning with desire for you."

"Marco, let us be together, please."

"I don't know. Give me some time. I feel so confused..."

"All the time you need. But let's keep in touch, this time. Let's meet, talk. I ask nothing more, but don't disappear from my life once again. Can you promise me this, at least?"

"Yes, I promise you."

They started to see each other, to talk. Marco was feeling more and more torn between his desire to be with Luigi again and the thought it was better to just be friends. He wanted the boy with growing intensity, even when he was making love with Lorenzo or Sirio, or with Vera at her home, his thoughts were filled more and more with Luigi and he desired him in their place. When he met with Luigi, he could read desire in his eyes and the desire of the other ignited and increased his own desire.

July came. Vera and Tina decided to ask for their summer holiday and go on a trip together to France.

"Won't you be lonely, Marco, if we leave you alone?" Vera asked just before their departure.

"No way, he will manage nicely by himself!" Tina said merrily, "am I right, Marco? And it will do him good not to have us two around for a while."

"I'll manage to. Don't worry, and enjoy yourselves." Marco answered.

When he met Luigi, the boy already knew that Tina and her sister were on a trip and would be away for a full month.

"Marco, take me home with you."

"Luigi, I don't know if it's a wise thing to do."

"Just for this month, Marco. Let's try. Then you can decide what's better for you. I'm asking you just one month, a trial period. Afterwards I'll accept whatever you decide - to go on looking for a room, or stop and just be friends. I'm asking you just this month. Please?"

"I already know how it will end up. I like you too much, Luigi."

"Good, then may I come to your place? I'll come after the bar closes. I'll wait for you in front of Tina's home. Alright?"

"Yes, alright." Marco finally surrendered.

When Marco got back home, Luigi was already sitting on the step of the doorway. Marco opened up and they entered. They went upstairs in silence. As soon as they entered the apartment and Marco closed the door, Luigi embraced him. Marco embraced him vigorously and kissed him, burning with passion.

"Ah, the wonderful taste of your lips!" he exclaimed, troubled and happy.

"You still remember it?"

"I like you way too much, Luigi..." Marco murmured starting to undress him there in the corridor, with feverish hands.

Luigi also began to pull off Marco's clothes. Naked and already fully aroused, they brushed their bodies one against the other, embracing and kissing, filled with desire.

"How beautiful are you, Luigi!"

"You still like me?"

"More than ever. Let's go there, to the bed." he answered, his voice broken by desire.

He gently guided Luigi, half embraced with him, continuing to caress him. They climbed on the bed together and their limbs intertwined tightly. They united in a passionate sixty-nine. They sucked, caressed and rummaged with their fingers between the other's buttocks, in a crescendo of exhilaration, until together they reached the crest of pleasure and greedily drank from each other, with big gulps.

"Oh, Marco, I love savouring your manly taste again!"

"Making love with you is always something special."

"Are you happy having me here?"

"Even too much. What do you have, that you bewitch me so much? You made me completely lose my head." Marco said squeezing him against himself in a mixture of vigour and tenderness.

Luigi felt totally happy. He found his Marco again, his great love. He didn't care if Marco was not able to fall in love with him - he was satisfied in being desired by his man. Being in his arms, knowing that Marco was happy to be with him. Being able to give him pleasure with all his body. He once made the mistake of wanting all of him only for himself, and paid dearly - he nearly lost him forever. Therefore, he was thinking, he would now be content just to have a part of him, but to have him all the same. He would share Marco with whomever, but he didn't want to lose him again.

They met almost every night. Luigi, now, didn't give explanations to his family any more - his parents possibly thought he had found a girlfriend, who knows, but they were no longer asked him questions.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6

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